"Peter Wentz! Pay attention to the board or I WILL send you down to the prinicpal's office faster than you can say 'Stop passing notes'!"
"Mrs. Saporta my name is Pete."
"No one will care what your name is if you fail high school so PAY ATTENTION."
Pete looked down at his work and sighed. He felt like his name was important and cool. After all, he was Pete Wentz.
"So Wentz how was that handjob you gave Beckett earlier?" Brent snickered under his breath.
"Shut the fuck up Wilson. You're the one who gave me $10 to blow you." Pete didn't care who he blew and/or fucked as long as he 1. Didn't get an STD and 2. Liked the person. He did have his exceptions though. Case and point the infamous Brent Wilson incident. Brent is the type of person who doesn't care who fucks him he just wants to get fucked. He paid Pete Wentz $10 (with a tip) to blow him. Pete Wentz hates Brent with all of the rage in his tiny body so he decided to spread what happened that day in the guys bathroom. Let us go back to the classroom.
Brent got red in the face and started writing down the assignment.
After that fiasco it was lunch. Ah lunch, the place where you can be obnoxious with your friends during lunch. Unless you're one of the emos. Then you sit around being obnoxious AND moping with your friends. Pete chose to sit with his group of "just enough obnoxious grunge to balance out the slightly 2009 emo" The group consisted of Joe Trohman ( he listens to vaporwave I know it's disgusting), Patrick Stump (wore stupid snapbacks and always came to school with an inflamed eye from putting paint, glitter, lipstick, and other stupid things that you shouldn't put in your eye into his eye), and Andy Hurley (enjoys nickelback and spends his free time writing poetry that i can only sum up by "Halsey meets indie tumblr meets self diagnosed depression" he also wore REALLY UGLY MAKEUP) .
"Andy what are you wearing?" Pete asked. He didn't want any makeup recommendations or whatever. He just wanted to make fun of his buddy.
"Well if you must know I'm wearing Doll Parts by Jeffree Star Cosmetics an-Pete why are you laughing?" Andy was offended AND confused.
"Andy I swear to God why are you wearing bright purple contacts?"
"They make my eyes looks prettier!"
Poor naive little Andy. Those purple contacts made him look like an alien. And not the 'tumblr aesthetic' one.
"Whatever I just have one question: Patrick what did you put in your eye last night?" It was a question asked everyday by Pete because Patrick decided to be ugly and annoying and put shit like lipstick in his eyes.
"Nothing really. Just some glitter glue."
Pete didn't hear him though. He was too busy looking at the kid staring at him.
Mikey Way.
a/n this is stereotypical but whatever im trying
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im nice to pretty people // petekey
Fanfiction**THIS STORY WILL NOT BE FINISHED** Pete Wentz was a man (well, more accurately, a teenage boy) that went on a bus. He sat next to another teenage boy named Mikey Way. Pete Wentz started a conversation with Mikey Way. They exchanged phone numbers. T...
